But were she like other Women, and that there were any talking to her, how constant must the Pleasure of that Man be, who could converse with a Creature — But, after all, you may be sure her Heart is fixed on some one or other;
— from The Spectator, Volume 1 Eighteenth-Century Periodical Essays by Steele, Richard, Sir

This was prefigured to the ancient people of God by the rest enjoined in their sabbath law, of which, in its own place, I shall speak more at large.
— from The City of God, Volume I by Augustine, Saint, Bishop of Hippo

Pure intuition [viz., the visualisation of forms in our imagination, from which every thing sensual, i.e., every thought of material qualities, is excluded] does so likewise, only with this difference, that in the latter case the synthetical judgment is a priori certain and apodeictical, in the former, only a posteriori and empirically certain; because this latter contains only that which occurs in contingent empirical intuition, but the former, that which must necessarily be discovered in pure intuition.
— from Kant's Prolegomena to Any Future Metaphysics by Immanuel Kant

Whether he shall live, or whether die, is in the disposal of the Gods.
— from The Metamorphoses of Ovid, Books I-VII by Ovid

This document stated in substance that there still existed three survivors from the wreck of the ‘Britannia,’ that these survivors were Captain Grant and two of his men, and that they had found refuge on some land, of which the document gave the latitude, but of which the longitude, effaced by the sea, was no longer legible.
— from The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne

This, beyond most works of Greek literature, is remarkable for its fresh and spontaneous love of wild natural scenes.
— from Hesiod, the Homeric Hymns, and Homerica by Hesiod

“Is this the same lemonade of which you partook?”
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas

And a society like ours wastes such good material in producing its little patch of purple!
— from The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton

"Well hit, by Jove," says little Osborne, with the air of a connoisseur, clapping his man on the back.
— from Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

Betting ring, and paddock, and lawn became alive because of their buzz; tier after tier, from step to roof, the serrated line of whitefaced humanity waited for the grand struggle.
— from Thoroughbreds by William Alexander Fraser

He had for years laboured under that form of disease of the heart called angina pectoris (Dr. Arnold's disease), and for more than twenty years lived as it were on the edge of instant death; but during his later years his health had improved, though he had always to "walk softly," like one whose next step might be into eternity.
— from Horae subsecivae. Rab and His Friends, and Other Papers by John Brown

I will undertake to build a railroad over this route in two years, for $70,000 per mile, from Sacramento City to the state line or Washoe.
— from Chapters on the History of the Southern Pacific by Stuart Daggett

no one heeds it—no one owns it—one little piece rolled right up to the window-sill where Roger still looked on with all his eyes; it is but to put his hand in—the window is open to the floor—nay a finger is enough: greedily, one undecided moment, did he gaze upon the gold; he saw the hideous contrast of his own dim hovel and that radiant chamber—he remembered the pining faces of his babes, and gentle Grace with all her hardships—he thought upon his poverty and well deserts—he looked upon wastefulness of wealth and wantonness of living—these reflections struck him in a moment; no one saw him, no one cared about the gold; that little blessed morsel, that could do him so much good; all was confusion, all was opportunity, and who can wonder that his fingers closed upon the sovereign, and that he picked it up?
— from The Crock of Gold: A Rural Novel by Martin Farquhar Tupper

Somebody, it appeared, still came home, now and then, just once in a way, to see her mother, and to visit the den where she was bred; and there was still left one who would wait for her, week after week—still one pair of childish feet, bare and dirty, that would patter back beside her—still one childish voice that would prattle with her, on her way to her hideous home, and call her sister.
— from Ravenshoe by Henry Kingsley

Besides, just as soon as we got out of sight of the mountains, which would be in less than two minutes, we should lose our way and that would be the last of us.
— from Snowed Up; or, The Sportman's Club in the Mountains by Harry Castlemon

He seemed like one who had been growing fast of late.
— from The Delectable Mountains by Arthur Colton